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Sunday was basically a write-off.
While I stayed home to allow my girl to complete some homework, the boys left to play in the semi-final of their hockey tournament. Rather early, after a long day that delayed them right past 10pm the night before…(but they tied both games on Saturday, after winning two on Friday).
I admit that I am not the most patient person in the world.
There, I said it. Now the internet knows.
Look, I get it that when a kid is sick and misses a week of school, the prospect of going back is a little overwhelming. My younger one has a bit of performance anxiety under normal circumstances, never mind after a week of absence. I get it.
But here’s the thing. Continue reading
Yesterday a fellow hockey mom and I met at a school hockey game and had a brief chat about our sons’ school.
Public school in this country, Canada, is a sore topic for me to broach so at the risk of this post turning into rant, I will only say this: Continue reading
“Do we have a bristle board, I need it for tomorrow…”
…no school-aged child ever says at 8 o’clock on a weeknight. 😛 Continue reading
A mom whose blog I follow mentioned recently that she created a sensory box for a child in Girl Guides. But it turns out her own child ended up enjoying this box so much she kept it for her. When I read this, I immediately had one thought:
Make a sensory box for my own girl-child.
I thought it might address the anxiety issue in our own household. Imagine this scenario: Continue reading
Homework at the rink.
We are presently at the first of two rinks today. Lucky for us the hockey game was not early; we got to eat a hearty breakfast at home and take our time getting ready.
Every single one of us has experienced the dreaded last-minute mention of some pertinent document or project or homework assignment at the most inopportune time.
Allow me to state this one important fact: if you allow them to disrupt you, they will never learn.
Let me also say: I fail miserably at this. Continue reading
Does your household look like this at 9 o’clock at night, on a weekday? Continue reading
Not every teacher believes in homework.
I both agree and disagree with this. Continue reading
A funny thing happened with my extended French 5th grader.
The usual complaining about homework (of which he has very little) resulted in shoddy work that was illegible (to me) and unacceptable (to me) because that’s just the kind of mom I am. So I made him re-write it.
He was unimpressed.
I left him to it.
Later, much later, I picked up the sheet he was working on. That’s when I noticed just how proud I am of that kid.
He re-did the work somewhat acceptably (slightly neater). But to add some effect and to emphasize his annoyance (with the homework, we me, with the entire public school system), he bordered the entire page with insults.
He wrote all the insulting words in French.